Then a round and ruddy face rose like a harvest moon above the tailboard, and a stertorous voice replied respectfully "Sir?" "Let down this tailboard; load this officer's platoon into the lorry; issue them with a Maconochie and a tot of rum apiece; and don't forget to put Smee under arrest for dangerous driving when we get back to billets.

It was being borne in upon me just how tremendously rum this place was; it was, so to speak, inundated by a sense of rumness.